The Job - (There is some disgraceful bad language)

Part 1

You were good once...

An example...

But times change...

And the clock ticks...

And you either die the hero...

Or live long enough to become the villain...

Fuck the suits...

Rich boys in suits on TV...

And even the great and good...

Now need three legs...

In the evening of their lives...

And that stick is often kicked away...

By hidden assassins...

So fuck me...

But fuck you most of all...

You can have all the excuses of the real world...

(Go to Part 2 for short version or Part 3 for longer version)

Part 2

Lost...

So lost...

A castaway...

The Other...

And one day you disappear...

And the world is silent...

Not with respect...

But with insignificance...

So fuck me...

Yes fuck me...

But you...

Fuck you most of all...

Part 3

But I am me in the mirror...

And I don’t even recognise this cunt...

And my blood boils...

The novices know no different...

And who thought I would end up bitter?

Bitter?

Gritter?

Shitter?

And life gets in the way...

Of more more more...

And an interview...

And I am talking shit...

And I know it...

So fuck me...

But most of all fuck the suits...

And all their ideas...

Level 42...

And when I stand...

I come up in stages...

I used to be young like you but look where that got me...

Now I’m Candy’s Dog...

Level 42...

42...

And I can’t lie anymore...

To me most of all...

Late...too late...

A dream...

...

And...

...fuck me...

But them...

...fuck them...

Fuck them most of all...